A/N: Okay, sorry, I meant to respond to everyone yesterday but I didn't realize we'd hit that many reviews until AFTER I went to bed (was reading them on my tablet) and didn't want to get up to respond to everyone. First off a HUGE thanks to everyone who reviewed, and secondly thanks to Alyss Mainwaring who reviewed a lot of previously not-reviewed chapters to grant you an early update.

Snake bounded over to Braxley. "You found Eagle? Where is he, is he okay? He's alive right?"

"He's over there," Braxley said, pointing. Snake started to move past him, but Braxley grabbed his arm. "Did anyone find my daughter?"

Snake hung his head and shook it. "No, and we haven't been able to find Wolf either. We heard reports that say - that say someone might've shot him."

"Matt did shoot him!" Steven jeered from where he was being held in handcuffs. "You're all too late. I knew SAS was in over their heads. Though my brother took Wolf, and that girl, Alison. I really hated her, she was mean."

"You bet your ass she was," Braxley snapped.

Behind him, Shane muttered to Aarons, "She makes everyone feel like that."

"You better tell us where they took the two of them right now before you find yourself buried alive in a grave because we find your loud and arrogant ass too inconvenient to take four miles to the embassy. If you want any chance of redemption from our pissed off soldiers and their interrogation tactics, I'd tell us now. Or it's not going to matter what you do."

"Hah! You're not soldiers, you're slaves! And Alison is a slave too! Just like Wolf is. Everyone is a slave!"

No one stopped Braxley from slugging him across the face.

"I hope your daughter dies," he responded. "She made a bad slave. She ruined our diamonds!"

Braxley leaned away from the man from where he'd been getting up in his face. To Snake, he asked, "Do any of you mind if we take a few liberties here? Because it has occurred to me that we may have forgotten to write down this guy's name when we were taking a note of everyone who had been captured."

"Hah! Everyone else has a slave name, so it's good that you didn't take down their names! They are not people!"

Snake shrugged. "I won't see anything and there are no cameras here."

"Slaves don't count." Steven turned around and started walking, despite the fact that he was in handcuffs. "I think you're an asshole, and that your daughter deserves to die, just like Wolf. Both were idiots."

Braxley grabbed his shoulder from behind and shoved him against the wall. He looked at Snake. "So. Who gets dibs on interrogating him first?"

Snake shrugged, "It could definitely be a team effort job, he just said that your daughter deserves to die, he's been holding Eagle as a slave, and he insulted Wolf."

"Yeah, but everyone says that about her at one time or another, and he's had two of your people."

Snake shrugged.

"Wolf deserves to die too," Steven said. "I thought I made that quite clear. Everyone here, except my brother and I, deserves to die. Do you understand that?"

"Well, that covers everyone else, too. How much visible bruising do you suppose we're allowed to leave?"

Steven sighed quite dramatically. "How am I going to make this clear to you? Eagle. Is. Dead."

"Snake, how many rounds in your fun do you have left? 'Cause I think he's asking for it, and he's asking you."

"By the way, Alison. I don't like her. She's mean. And I'm serious - she's dead and so is Eagle. Are we clear on that?"

"He did just ask me...well the real question is how much blood do you all want on your clothes?" Snake asked as he cracked his knuckles.

"You won't get anything out of me. I torture people like Wolf and Eagle. And Fridge, for a living."

Braxley's expression darkened suddenly. "Fuck this intimidation crap. I've had my daughter's blood on me too many times because of assholes like these guys." He pistol whipped the guy with the gun from his holster, knocking him onto the ground.

"Your daughter is worthless!"

That earned him a solid kick to the ribs.

"Fuck you!"

"I don't have the time for that, because I need to look for some people. Where did they take them?"

"Bādghīs! Why do you care though? They're dead you hear me, dead!"

Snake punched him in the cheek when he tried to stand up. "I hate liars."

"I told you the truth! Leave me alone! You'll all rot in hell!"

"Right alongside you," Braxley snapped. "Why did they take them to Bādghīs?"

"Because they're slaves and they can take them wherever they want, whenever they want! Get. Over. It. You're not her father anymore. We own her. Crystal? We own ALL OF You! ALL OF YOU!"

"He's going to an insane asylum," Braxley muttered. Then, louder, to Steven, he said, "Why did they go there? What's going on?"

"They took them there because they're slaves and they can do whatever they want with slaves!"

"Who is 'they'?"

"Not you! Look, what's your problem? They're there for a drug convention to advertise their latest drug. Got that?"

"And who all is there?"

"Your daughter and Wolf. They're slaves. Actually, though, you're forgetting she's not your daughter anymore, she's a slave. Kapeesh?"

"Still my daughter. I wanted to know who was there out of your guys."

"She's a slave, not your daughter. Uh, Matt, Ben, and a whole bunch of other slave owners. Why is that important to you? Don't bother chasing after your daughter or Wolf. They'll just be made a slave too."

Braxley looked at Snake. "What do you want to do with him? Any other questions?"

Snake sighed. "I have many questions. What'd you do to Eagle, for starters?"

"I think the better question is what didn't I do to Eagle. He was a pain in the ass, not giving any information up and he kept back talking so I punished him and left him to rot on the floor."

Snake wanted to strangle him, but took a deep breath instead. "How did you 'punish' him? Did you give him any drugs?" It would be useful to know to treat him later.

"Of course. We're running a drug smuggling operation here, what do you think?"

"...What type of drugs? What were they supposed to do?"

"The hell if I know. We attempted to give him Free Fly, but that was a disaster from the start. He started convulsing and pretty much died right there."

Snake leapt towards Steven, grabbing him and flinging him to the ground. "You bastard! What the hell are you, an idiot? What does Free Fly do?" He knew some of the side effects but wanted to know how they intended to use it on Eagle.

Steven looked up and ignored Snake. "We tried to give some to your daughter, too."

He snidely responded, "And I'll bet that went terribly for you."

"Actually, not as bad as Eagle's was."

Braxley snarled, about to move forward to hit him again. Snake got there first.

Snake kicked him. "What else did you do to Eagle? I need to know so I can treat him."

"What's there to tell? I doubt he's still alive with all the shit we did to him."

"Just give me an explanation before I pound you into the grave."

"Nothing too serious, just a few wounds and lacerations everywhere. Though he did lose a lot of blood."

"What about Wolf? What condition is he in? Where will we find him?"

"He's in the condition that Matt wants him in. You won't find him because their hiding from you, don't you get it? It's all one big game of cat and mouse, and in this scenario, Matt is the mouse, you are the cat. You're the stupidest cat I've ever met and will be forever searching for my brother."

"The cats always catch the mice," Braxley said from behind Snake. "It's their nature."

"And you are the stupidest mouseI've ever seen, because you can't understand how the analogy works."

"On the contrary. The mouse always wins. Have you never seen Tom and Jerry?"

"Aren't we in the middle of an interrogation?" Snake groaned, resisting the urge to strangle Steven.

"Clearly he doesn't understand that or he wouldn't be giving all the answers away to life."

"I keep telling you people that you can't win! Eagle is dead, Wolf is soon to be dead, Cub is dead, Monotaro is just messed up, and your daughter is dead as well," he told Braxley.

"I'd like to see you try to kill her," he shot back. "Besides, we know clearly that half of those people aren't dead, so why should we believe you with the rest?"

"Because I'm the boss of you all."

"In what universe?"

## break ##

"What happened?" Wolf demanded, springing off of his bed as Fridge was dragged in the room by Matt. The other slaves had all been taken away to do who-knows-what. "Are you okay? Hey, she's bleeding!" he told Matt.

This place was the furthest away from all the other locations and technically wasn't even considered part of the compound. Wolf had no way to know that there were burning embers in the distance from the slaver's compound and that his unit was onsite.

Alison flinched at the raised voice.

"Shut up!" Matt responded even as he tossed Fridge to the floor. He backhanded Wolf, causing the man to stumble backwards. "We'll be leaving in twenty minutes. Clear?"

With that the door was slammed shut. "Are you okay, Fridge?" he asked, rubbing his jaw. Matt's slap had been particularly brutal.

"Yeah. Joe's at the embassy," she said. At least they had that.

"Good," Wolf responded, hopeful for the first time since he'd been here. "What happened to your arm? It's bleeding. Let me get the first aid kit," he said as he walked over towards it.

"Well, they kind of hit me with their truck..." she said as she sunk to the ground.

Wolf snorted. "And you were yelling at me for not getting first aid for myarm?" he asked as he took out the supplies. "How bad's it hurt?"

"I don't know, it's bleeding," she snapped irritably.

Rolling his eyes, Wolf sighed as he wrapped her arm. "What happened? How'd they find out so fast?"

"Hell if I know, but that truck was following us from the beginning even though we set the fire. Someone ratted on us."

"Fuck," Wolf muttered. A sudden thought hit him. "Wanna bet it's Flamingo?" he asked, finishing the final stitches on her arm. "Hey, you didn't get breakfast... did you?"

"Of course not. That would be normal."

Wolf reached into the backpack and handed her a protein bar. "I know it's not four-star quality, but at least it's something." He paused. "Your father willcome rescue you, right?"

"It might take a little longer, 'cause they just had that fire, but it should be sometime soon. He'll come."

"Good. Now if I can just get someone to bail me out from that joyride..." Wolf muttered as he got up. "Hopefully Snake will come and get me."

She rolled her eyes. "I've got a lot more trust in a group of guys who are just waiting to blow something up after their base was attacked over some random group of police who barely have any information about this and who are not all on the same side. I'm just saying."

Wolf shot her a scathing look. "He's my teammate. You think I would just call a normal cop a snake? Although there are a few who I'd like to do that too..."

"And who'll he be leading to the rescue? One SAS guy is not going to take out this whole building full of people. SAS is having number trouble with their people, so it's not like he can lead a bunch of them in."

"Look, just be glad you have someone else coming for you, okay? My guy will get some people to bail me out eventually." Wolf pulled himself up and started to storm over to where the bathroom was. He paused. "Just make sure that you take the other slaves with you when you go. But arrest Flamingo."

"Can't we just beat him up? And do you go to the bathroom allthe time? How small's your bladder?"

Wolf sighed and walked back over to his bed. "I'm glad that at least you're getting out of here."

"I'd prefer to get out with everyone else over just getting out alone."

"You probably will get everyone else out." Wolf yawned. He wasn't looking forward to meeting the big boss. "I wonder how much of a psychopath the big boss will be," he said, deliberately trying to change the subject.

"Let me know who he is so we can get him too," she replied.

"And how am I supposed to do that when they have me on a joyride a hundred miles away from here?" Wolf asked with a roll of his eyes. "Any ideas for how to escape once they've got me on the road?" It was something that had been stressing him out all morning. He knew that Snake would come raid the area, but he didn't know if Snake would be able to find him again or how much time he'd be able to spend looking. He checked the backpack one more time, finding it packed with plenty of food.

"Well..." she said slowly. "Do you know what vehicle you're leaving in?" She asked.

"I don't know," he responded, thinking about it. "Probably Ben's SUV, which will stand out like a sore thumb as it's been made in the UK. Why?" he asked. "Gonna come attempt to rescue me, or something? News flash, they're gonna pull me a thousand miles away once this raid is over, and you're probably not going to be able to find me - nor is anyone else."

"Sure, why not? It's not like we're absolute morons who can't find one person in the middle of an illegal slave and drug operation, 'cause it's not like that stands out or anything."

"Look," Wolf said, not wanting to put Alison through the drama of having to find him, "don't worry about me, I'll be fine, Ben will bail me out eventually... I'm sure."

"Yeah, yeah, just shut up and get rescued."

Wolf smirked before his grin faded. "Your father's not going to want to spend time rescuing me, though," he responded.

"You moron, don't you remember that your unit pulled us out of a terrorist building after we'd been there for almost an entire year?"

"...Yeah, but that was part of my job description."

"Would you just stop whining, damn it, and deal with it? There are still other units out there, besides the screwed up cops from your area who are willing to get us out of here, and they will rescue every single slave because damn it, they're going to be pissed off. 'Every slave' includes you. If you don't want to get rescued and remain a slave forever, just say so."

"Of course I don't want to remain a slave forever! What do you think I am, stupid? But I also know your father's not going to out of his way to rescue me, and that's okay." Wolf rolled over on his bunk, attempting to ignore her. It probably would have helped if the last three times he'd been rescued hadn't been by fake cops.

She jumped off of her bed, and kicked him in the back to make him listen. "Are you a retarded ape or something? The hell my dad's leaving any slaves in here! You're coming with us!"

"Let it go Ali, your father can't save everyone!" Wolf responded as he pulled himself off the bed and out towards the outside. "I've got Ben, I'll be fine!"

"He's undercover, and him saving your ass is clearly working out just fine."

"Glad you got the memo." Wolf stormed outside, exhausted. He didn't want to get his hope up that her father was going to rescue him and have it all crash down on him. He came back after taking care of his business a few minutes later. "Look, the last three times I've been rescued-" he spat out the last word - "there's been a fake cop there who's dragged me back. And I just happen to get treated a little worse every time."

"I spent the first fifteen years of my life in households getting beaten or raped every day until he pulled me out. I was kidnapped again once, for two months, and he still came back. I don't know why, and I don't think I'll understand it ever. He will come to get me out, but his morals aren't going to let him leave anyone else to suffer here. And he sure as hell isn't going to let anyone take the victims back to this situation again."

"I guess," Wolf responded, clearly still unconvinced. "Thanks for the encouragement, though."

"That better not be sarcasm, or you're going to get kicked again."

Wolf grinned. "I need your faith under fire again." He smirked before considering something. "Do you think your father understands that I'm here, undercover, because of Six? Even if he rescues me, they may still have Ben take me back again. Just saying."

"Wolf, this operation is over. And by over, I mean you can see it on fire in the distance. They've got enough to arrest everybody for years, if not life in prison. As soon as they get the innocents out of the way, everyone involved is going to be arrested."

"...Just so long as I'm not included in that." Wolf smiled at her before something hit him. "But this isn't even your father's job. I mean, I'm sure that he'll be happy to blow up the compound here for a good workout. But it's not his job to come save me. I'll be fine. I've got Ben. Don't worry about me, okay?"

She hit him again. "It's their job to take out terrorist organizations, and if SAS can be dragged in, so can Delta. And they'd just be a bunch of assholes if they actually left the slaves behind after taking out everyone else. Now, he will come 'cause I'm here, so anyone here's going to get rescued." She wasn't actually sure if he was coming, but the rest of the squadron did owe her, so even if he was somewhere else in the country, there was a high chance they were still going to get rescued.

"Your father will come after you," Wolf said, seeing the flash in her face. "It's what fathers do. Don't try to tell me he's going to come all the way after me but he's not going to come after you. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll believe that he's coming after me if you believe he's coming after you. Kapeesh?" Wolf wasn't certain that they would take their time to track down just one slave, but he was willing to make her feel better. He hoped his tone of voice didn't give him away.

"Why do you think I wouldn't drag you along if he came?"

"Because I won't behere, remember? Ben's taking off with me this morning. I've got Ben and Snake to track me down too, so don't worry about me... if your father has a little bit of spare time and wants to look for me, that's fine, but don't stress about finding me. I'll get out."

"You've done a marvelous job of that."

"Hey, I've escaped three or four... five times so far," Wolf responded.

"Do you wantme to hit you again? How long did it take you each time? You would've been in considerably better shape than you are now."

Wolf rolled his eyes. "Can't we just change the subject? Your father isn't going to care enough to come after me. It's not in his job description, and I have backup. DROP it."

"I don't think you've met the man, so don't insult him like that again."

"I did... I rescued him... remember..." Wolf responded. "But that doesn't mean he'll bail me out," he reminded her. "Don't get your hopes up about him chasing me down, Fridge."

"I'm not hoping, I know. You're basically talking to yourself here, moron. If you're handed an opportunity right now, you'll probably turn it down 'cause you're looking the other way. So shape up and start paying attention to what I'm saying." She whipped around and stomped back to her bed.

Wolf sighed. Great. He'd pissed her off. "Look, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, okay?"

She sighed too. "Wolf, I worry about everyone, 'cause I don't worry about myself." She threw something from the backpack at him. "Now stop retorting to what I'm saying, 'cause I knowI'm right, and I'd bet money that you can't prove me wrong."

"Okay, okay!" Wolf responded. "I'll believe what your father says for now, I guess... hey, did your dad teach you how to fight, or something? You took out Flamingo like he was nothing, and I'm pretty sure I recognize that kick from Delta."

In response, she got up and kicked him again to get him off the bed. "Yeah, some. That's for not believing me, by the way. My first parent taught me how to fight, too, but he wanted someone to continue running his little gang. Dad taught me how to fight back, really. Come on, you look like you need some refreshing courses."

Wolf shrugged. He may as well. Before letting her know what happened, he placed what he thought was a well-aimed kick her way. It probably was, but she dodged it easily and smacked him back with an open palm. "If it makes you feel better, you're used to fighting people your size."

"With a loaded weapon," Wolf added before picking up the backpack and flinging it at her, just to see how she'd respond. She grabbed it, and then tossed it right back at him.

"Good improvisation," she complimented. Two kicks followed that she blocked before Wolf was close enough to the bed to grab a pillow. He tossed it at her before doing a hand jab.

"Think your father will kill me if I break something?" Wolf teased.

"Let's see you try!" she shot back. She jabbed him lightly in the stomach. He took the pillow and threw it back in her face, just for the fun of it.

"Bet that hurt," he teased again.

"Do you guys do pillow fights often at Brecon Beacons?" She threw the pillow back at him. "Ever learned how to get someone away from you, or just how to beat them up?"

"How do you mean by that? Of course I've learned how to beat people up. Shit," Wolf muttered, "I bet they're coming back, soon. Just be prepared."

"We'll certainly weird them out. My point is, you're a lot weaker now physically because you don't have as much muscle, so I want to know if you know how to get someone off you if they attack."

"Are you calling me weak?" Wolf said, purposely bating her.

"Yes."

Two seconds later and she was on the floor. "What about now?"

She kicked him. "Yeah, still."

The door flung open. "Wolf, what the hell are you doing? Get off of her!" Matt demanded, stalking over to the two. He turned to Alison. "You," he seethed, "are coming with us. I can't believe you'd do something stupid, like try to run away. We've caught Wolf six times now, what makes you think you have a chance, little girl?"

" 'Cause I'm a ninja like that."

"Good God, Ben." Matt rubbed his head. "You'd better take the two of them with Steven, because I might shoot her if I have to stay with her, and I would prefer her alive. We need to get off of the property ASAP, the big boss is waiting." He glared back at her. "You're coming with us, or we'll kill him. Crystal?"

Wolf rolled his eyes. "Like you would kill me, you've had plenty of chances to try."

"He's just pissed because we lit his building on fire," she mock-whispered.

With that, Matt grabbed her arms and flung her towards the floor. "Get up, we have to go," he told her even as Wolf let himself be handcuffed, signaling to her that she should just go with it. "I said get up, dammit!" he responded, smacking Wolf.

She got her feet up underneath herself. Matt pointed his gun directly at her. "I said, get upbefore I'll shoot him. Get UP!" he said, kicking her leg. "We have to leave, now!"

"Actually," Wolf retorted, "that's not what you said."

"Get the car, Ben," Matt commanded. Ben nodded, and seconds later, pulled up to the door with an SUV. Fridge stood up, a few feet away from it. Matt leveled his gun at her. "Now, listen here, young lady. You try any stunts, we shoot him. He tries any stunts, we shoot you. Crystal?" with that, he grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall. Without any hesitation, and probably just from reflex, she immediately shoved him back, away from her.

"That won't do!" Matt responded. Two seconds later, a gun went off and Wolf toppled to the floor. "Gonna obey us now, huh, or should we hurt your friend some more?!"

She froze for a moment, glancing nervously at Wolf. She hesitantly started to move towards him.

"Get in the car before I shoot him again. I won't hesitate. You can patch him up when we get there. Crystal?" Matt demanded, his voice laced with hatred. "You know I won't hesitate to shoot him! Do we need another demonstration? Steven, shoot him," he said. "Just put him out of his misery."

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